Neh’sa gave him a slow smile.
“Who said your training was finished, slave? I have more to teach you—much more.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, Mistress.” Leaning in, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over the thin silk of her panties. “Mmm, I can tell you’re already getting wet and hot for me. I can smell your heat. Fucking delicious.”
“A good body-slave is always attuned to his Mistress’s body and her needs,” Neh’sa lectured rather breathlessly. She shifted her hips, spreading her legs a little wider. “Right now I need to come.”
“And I want to feel you coming—all over my face.” With a low, animal noise in the back of his throat, Thorn tangled his long fingers in the thin strings at the sides of her panties and ripped them off her, leaving her pussy completely exposed.
“Thorn!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Those were a new pair of panties you just ruined.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” His eyes were molten with lust. “You can punish me later. Right now I just want to taste your sweet pussy.”
“All right, I’ll defer punishment so you can get back to making me come.” Neh’sa beckoned to him. “I’m right here, Thorn—what are you waiting for? Taste my pussy.”
“Gods! Love it when you talk like that—love it when you order me to pleasure you, Mistress.”
He lowered his head eagerly and would have plundered her pussy with his tongue but Neh’sa tangled a hand in his thick hair and held him back.
“Slowly,” she ordered in her best stern Mistress voice. “Gently. I only want you to lick along my slit—just trace it very lightly with the tip of your tongue.”
“Gods…yes, Mistress,” Thorn groaned.
From the thick bulge in the crotch of his black flight leathers, Neh’sa could tell her orders were making him almost desperate with need. For that matter, she was feeling extremely needy herself, especially as she watched just the tip of his tongue trace delicately along the open slit of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing for attention and when his tongue dragged lightly over it, she jumped and moaned. Goddess, she wanted him!
But on her own terms. She decided to continue the game.
“That’s good, Thorn—very good,” she murmured, running a gentle hand through his hair. Reaching down, she parted her pussy with two fingers, spreading it wide to show her slippery, pink inner folds. “Now, do you see my clit?”
“Gods, yes Mistress—I see it.” His voice was hoarse with lust. “I want to kiss it—want to suck it until you moan.”
“In a moment. First I want you to trace it with your tongue, like you did my slit. Just very lightly around and around and…”
Her words died off into a moan because the big Kindred had leaned forward eagerly and was already doing as she had commanded, gently tracing her throbbing button over and over with his tongue.
Neh’sa moaned as the gentle strokes of his tongue pushed her pleasure higher. Already she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter with need—soon she was going to overflow.
Well, not if Thorn did his job right.
“Thorn,” she ordered, cupping his rough cheek in her palm. “You’re doing a good job—so good my juices are going to get all over this couch if you don’t lick them up.”
“Gods, Mistress,” he groaned. “I love to taste your honey straight from the source. Do you want me to put my tongue deep in your pussy to lap up your juices?”
Neh’sa gave him a lazy smile.
“That was my idea exactly. Yes, slave—you may.”
And then she was moaning because the word “yes” was barely out of her mouth before the big Kindred had his head between her legs with his tongue buried deep in her creamy pussy.
He moaned low in his throat as he licked her out, tasting her to the fullest while Neh’sa gasped and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on. Somehow the broad pad of one long finger found her sensitive clit and Thorn resumed the circling motion he’d been doing earlier with his tongue.
Oh Goddess! Neh’sa thought deliriously. It’s too much…too good! I can’t hold out much longer.
”Good,” she heard Thorn send through their link. “Because I can’t wait to feel you come in my mouth, Mistress. Come for me now while I tongue-fuck your sweet pussy.”
His hot, dirty words and the feeling of his tongue and fingers stroking her simultaneously was too much. Suddenly Neh’sa felt a wave of pleasure rolling over her and her hips bucked up as her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his invading tongue.
“Thorn!” she wailed, putting on a very un-Mistress-like display—not that she cared. “Oh Goddess, Thorn—that’s amazing.
“That’s right—come for me, sweetheart,” he growled in her head. “Love to feel you coming so hard on my tongue…”
Neh’sa moaned and bucked against him but she knew they were only getting started… They had a lot of catching up to do, now that she knew for certain Thorn honestly wanted to make love the way she needed to.
* * * * *
Thorn lost count of the times he made her come that night. She rode his face shamelessly and he loved it—loved her cool, commanding Mistress tone and the way she ordered him to do certain things to her…delicious, forbidden things.
After she got as much as she wanted of his tongue, she sat him on one of the high-backed chairs in the food-prep area, tied his hands behind his back, and pulled down his flight leathers to let his straining cock spring free. By the time she straddled him, he felt nearly ready to explode.
“Now don’t move, slave,” she ordered, her voice sounding breathless with need. “You’re not to so much as twitch while I take your shaft inside me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled but he couldn’t help the groan that rose in his throat as she eased down onto him, taking his cock deep into her willing pussy while he tensed in frustration, unable to do anything but watch.
“That’s good, Thorn,” she gasped. “Gods, you’re huge! So good to hold still while I take you.”
“Is this what you like, Mistress?” he growled as she lowered herself slowly onto him. “You like the feel of me penetrating you? Filling you with my cock?”
“I love it,” Neh’sa admitted. Bracing herself on his shoulders, she eased down the final few inches until he was buried to the root in her tight, wet pussy. “Goddess, I love it so much.”
“Then show me how much, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he took her mouth in a hot kiss, sharing her own secret flavor with her. “Show me how much you love having my shaft buried inside you. Fuck yourself on me—fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”
“Goddess, Thorn—I love it when you talk like that,” she moaned, lifting herself so that a few thick inches slid out of her tight, wet sheath and then lowering herself back down. “Love it so much.”
“I love the way you moan,” Thorn told her as she continued to move up and down on him, rolling her hips to take him as deep as possible while he forced himself to hold still. “Love to hear those soft, helpless little sounds you make when you come, Mistress.”
Neh’sa looked into his eyes.
“I want you to move now, Thorn—move with me, thrust in me.”
He’d been holding himself rigidly still, trying to be obedient to her order not to move but now he was glad to obey.
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled, rolling his hips upward to thrust deep into her pussy. Neh’sa was so much smaller than he was that her entire body was lifted by the thrust. She moaned and held onto his shoulders, gripping tight as he filled her again and again, giving her what she needed—what they both needed so badly.
“Thorn,” she gasped after an unknowable length of time. “Thorn, I’m about to come again. And I want you…want you to come with me.”
“How do you mean?” He frowned, still working his hips. “Want me to pull out and come on your belly?” Which might be somewhat difficult considering the fact that his entire length was entirely buried in her wet, sucking pussy and it felt like she was milki
ng him with her inner muscles.
But Neh’sa was shaking her head.
“No,” she moaned. “Want you to come with me…in me. I want to feel you shoot your seed inside me again, Thorn. The way you did when you bonded me to you.”
“You sure about that?” he groaned. “If you’re not already, I could get you pregnant. And it would probably be with a son.”
“I don’t care!” Neh’sa said recklessly. “I want to stay with you here. If I get pregnant with your baby, daughter or son, I’ll be happy to bear it.”
“I love you,” she added through their link.
“Oh Gods, sweetheart—I love you too. So much!” Thorn sent. And with a last deep thrust he was filling her, spurting deep inside her willing pussy to plant his seed in her…his Mistress…his lover…his mate forever.
And as he felt her inner pussy eagerly drinking him in, he knew they would never be parted again.
Chapter Thirty-two
“So you got a white flower?” Liv seemed disappointed at the result of the pregnancy test.
“Well, it’s not for lack of trying.” Neh’sa grinned, her cheeks getting a little warm. “And besides, we have plenty of time to try again since I’m staying here permanently.”
“You are?” Sophie gave a girlish squeal of joy and gave her a spontaneous hug which Neh’sa returned with ease. She had only been living on the Mothership a week but she was getting used to receiving and reciprocating affection from her new friends.
“Yes, I’m sorry to leave Yonnie Six, in a way.” Neh’sa sighed. “It’s been my life for so long. But you know, I realized I wasn’t really happy there. I think because I wasn’t raised there as a child. Deep down I believe I’ve always longed to go back to a society where males and females are equal.” She frowned. “I will miss my Mercy clinic, though. I don’t know who’s going to fund it now that I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry about the clinic,” Thorn said, coming in from the food prep area and handing her a drink.
They were “hanging out” as Liv called it, in the suite of another new friend—a full figured woman named Kat with gorgeous auburn hair. She was joined to Twin Kindred called Deep and Lock who were currently with Liv and Sophie’s mates in the food prep area. But Thorn, who had been talking to the other males, apparently couldn’t stay away from her—not that Neh’sa minded.
“Why should I not worry?” she asked, frowning at him. “What did you do?”
“Oh, I just happened to come upon an extremely valuable item—a Timbrian emerald brooch.” He grinned at her. “So I sold it and sent the proceeds to your doctor over on Yonnie Six. He seemed to think it would keep the clinic doors open for quite some time.”
“Lady Wraith’neck’s emerald brooch!” Neh’sa’s eyes widened. “But that brooch was her family’s birthright! Without it, she’s not a proper Mistress. She won’t be able to buy or sell slaves or even attend any social events! She’s going to be a social outcast on Yonnie Six.”
“And that’s a bad thing why exactly?” he murmured dryly.
Neh’sa couldn’t help laughing. “Thorn, you’re too much.”
“I just want you to be happy…Mistress,” he murmured, giving her a smile that seemed to melt things low in her pelvis. “And I knew you’d feel bad about leaving the clinic with no funding.”
“You think of everything.” Neh’sa smiled at him.
“Does my Mistress find it pleasing?” he asked softly, the golden sparks in his eyes beginning to dance.
“Very pleasing,” Neh’sa purred.
“Okay, break it up,” Kat said, laughing. “I get that you’re newly mated and you can’t keep your hands off each other but my kids are asleep in the other room—or they’re supposed to be asleep. You never can tell when the little boogers are going to wake up and come running out here. So let’s keep it PG, all right?”
“Sorry,” Thorn said, grinning unrepentantly. “We’ll try to behave. It’s just difficult when my Mistress is so fucking gorgeous.”
“Duly noted, doll,” Kat said, grinning. “I just don’t want to have to explain the facts of life to my boys if one or all of them wake up and come out of their room. That is not a conversation I’m ready to have yet.”
Liv frowned. “Is Shadow still having those night terrors?”
“Afraid so.” Kat sighed. “He must have heard Deep and Lock and I discussing the Hive because he keeps having bad dreams about ‘the giant bugs’.” She shook her head. “We have to be more careful around him. War and Peace are pretty much oblivious but Shad picks up on everything.”
“Well, he’s a shadow twin so he’s more sensitive, right?” Sophie asked. “I mean, aren’t they supposed to have precognitive powers or something like that?”
“The only power that kid has is the most active imagination I’ve ever seen,” Kat said firmly. “That and the fact that he’s way too perceptive for his own good.”
“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about the Hive being anything other than a nightmare,” Liv said. “With the information Commander Thorn sent us, we know what to do—just keep the shield up around the Earth and under no circumstances let them get their disgusting claws on any humanoid females.”
“Especially not the one special female—the Hive information calls her a ten’sora,” Sophie added.
“A what? What’s that?” Kat asked, frowning.
“Well, according to the information, when the Sovereign—the head bad guy bug in the Hive—implants a female with his grubs they…” Sophie made a face. “They chew their way out when they’re grown—killing her in the process.”
“Ugh!” Kate exclaimed.
“Sorry, but it’s true.” Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “Anyway, that kills the host and so each girl can only host, uh, one batch of grubs.”
“This is truly horrifying,” Neh’sa murmured, feeling sick. “No wonder you were so desperate to get information on how to defeat these evil creatures!”
“It gets worse,” Sophie said. “I know—I’ve been studying the information along with Sylvan every night.” She shrugged. “He can’t keep himself from bringing his work home. Anyway, this ten’sora is a humanoid female—one in a billion supposedly—who can withstand the gestation of the grubs. I mean, her womb produces a certain kind of hormone or chemical that keeps them from biting their way out.”
“So what…they come out the normal way?” Liv shivered. “Not that there’s anything normal about giving birth to a batch of grubs—yuck!”
“Exactly.” Sophie nodded. “Which means the poor girl—whoever she is—can go on gestating batch after batch of grubs for the Hive.”
“How horrible!” Kat exclaimed. “Do we know who this poor girl is? This ten’sora?”
Sophie shook her head. “It could be anyone—any of the billions of females down on Earth or even here in the Mothership. The point is, we have to keep the Hive from getting even one female. Because if they somehow got their claws on a ten’sora…”
Kat gave a long, low whistle.
“Then it’s bye-bye baby,” she remarked. “If they start breeding, we’re done for.”
“It’s not going to happen,” Sophie said firmly. “The energy field the Kindred put around the Earth when the Scourge were attacking has been ramped way up. Nothing bigger than a bee can get in or out so the chances of one of those huge flying scouts Brynn and Varin told us about getting through is absolutely zero.”
“Who are Brynn and Varin?” Neh’sa asked.
“Friends you haven’t met yet,” Liv told her. “They’re newly mated too—they had some actual run-ins with the Hive and they’re the first people who warned us about them.”
“You’ll love Bryn—she was a princess on another planet and Varin was her body-guard slave,” Kat told them. “You guys should have a lot in common.”
“Well, I don’t know that a Mistress is much like a princess but I’d love to meet them,” Neh’sa said.
“But we’re sure the Hive can’t
get anyone in or out past the energy shield?” Liv asked, a troubled look on her face. “I mean, they don’t have anything like the Scourge’s molecular transfer beam, do they?”
“If they did, don’t you think they would have already started using it?” Sophie asked reasonably. “Don’t worry, Liv—the Hive can’t get past the shield to snatch any Earth girls. And no girls means no grubs. No grubs means they’ll die off eventually—we just have to wait it out.”
“All right.” Liv sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s just the stories Brynn told us are so awful and I know you said she told Sylvan she had a vision that confirms the fact the Sovereign of the Hive is still alive and kicking…”
“Mommy! Mommy!” Suddenly a little boy with a thick shock of snow-white hair and large, black eyes came running into the living area. “Mommy, she’s in trouble!” he gasped, throwing himself into Kat’s lap.
“Who’s in trouble, Shad?” Kat caught him and held him tight. “What are you talking about, honey? Did you have another bad dream?”
“The pretty lady. She’s in trouble!” There were tears in his large, dark eyes, Neh’sa saw with concern. Whatever he had dreamed seemed to have really affected him.
“What pretty lady?” Kat asked, smoothing back his snow-white hair.
Really, Neh’sa thought, he had remarkable coloring for a child. His features were almost as pretty as a girl’s but there was an underlying bone structure that spoke of the handsome male he would one day become.
“The pretty lady,” the child insisted, tears spilling over and running down his flushed cheeks. “She has skin the color of Auntie Lauren’s and eyes the color of your favorite earrings.”
“The jade ones?” Kat asked him and he nodded vigorously.
“Yes, those! Anyway, I saw her in my dream—she’s in trouble! She got stung and now she’s in trouble.”
“Stung by what, honey?” Kat lifted him as she talked, cradling him to her as she walked back to the bedroom he’d run out of. “Stung by a bee?”
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